Pavloved Pt 02

This is for the fella who commented that they want a part 2, because I honestly forgot about this account. Feedback, as usual, is appreciated, because I like writing. It all feels so short though! I'm too afraid to write long passages of exposition and whatnot because I can say confidently my attention span has been ruined by the internet, especially so when I'm in the particular mood to read or write this stuff... Maybe next time I can focus more on fleshing out actual characters, rather than just the erotic portion...

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The text from an unknown number but a known area code read:

"It's hard now, isn't it?"

Unfortunately, Mistress Emily was never wrong. It was cheating in that it wasn't hard until she sent that text. I sighed and unzipped.

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's it?"

"...I'm sorry, Mistress."

"What are you sorry for?"

I wasn't exactly sure. "I'm sorry for being hard, Mistress."

"No."

I paused. No? Something else?

"I'm sorry for getting hard without your permission."

"Good." She sent an address, and "4 minutes."

It was at least two miles away, but the thought of her had my dick a complete six inches closer than the rest of me as I sped over. I stayed hard the entire ride.

As soon as I walked in, Emily kicked the door shut with her foot, grabbing the back of neck with one hand and pulling my jeans down with the other. She pulled my face down to hers, kissing me angrily, hungrily, hot and tongues swirling and not at all gentle. The other hand roughly foraged through my underwear to grab my dick, tugging with so much force I physically jerked forward. I came immediately.

Emily stopped and slapped me across the face, admonishing me, "It's only been three days!" She shook her head disparagingly. "This just means you're on the way to being obsessed, I suppose..."

I prostrated myself before her, kneeling. I was still hard. With one foot, she brought my chin up til my eyes met hers. "Jerk off."

I didn't need anything else. I immediately began pumping my hand up and down the length of my dick, aided by the lubrication of precum and semen and whatever else. Emily bent over to slap me. "Open your fucking eyes."

"Yes, Mistress Emily," I panted. I could feel that I was close, moaning and grunting.

"Say my name," she whispered. "Slut."

"Emily..." I said in between a breath and a whisper, in heat. "Emily, please...oh my fuck, Emily..." I came, still having enough stored in my testes to shoot with some force, rather than the calm dribble I had known on my particularly lustful days, the day I had found her Instagram.

My dick ached a little from the repeat. It slowly began to soften. Emily looked displeased. "Why isn't it hard?" She kicked me firmly in the chest and I fell onto my back.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Emily," I pleaded, hand reaching to coax it back to life. She slapped my hand away. "No!" Emily seemed genuinely angry, her eyes narrowing. "What? Are you saying you only want me enough to be hard for two orgasms? Fucking pathetic."

She stepped on my dick and balls, applying weight and pressure in different areas. I yelped as the ball of her foot dug into the balls of my genitals. She spat her saliva on my dick. "Get hard already! You shouldn't need your hand." Unfortunately, my body knew it's master - it wasn't me. Toes grasped my foreskin, pulling up and down. My dick slowly began growing once more.

Emily stepped back as I sat up. "Again. I want to hear you say what you're imagining as you do it."

Both my hand and dick were wet enough to facilitate the job. "Emily...your mouth feels so good..." I moaned, my hands literally pumping, willing the semen forth. The head of my dick burned a little from the friction. I was hard, so hard, but the stimulation wasn't doing it. "Holy fuck...you look so fucking sexy right now..." I imagined her lips covering my entire dick, sucking and slobbering all over it, breasts on display and in my hand. "Your tits are so fucking perfect...fuck me...please..." I was desperate. I could feel my bicep ache; the pressure behind my eyes from frustration and exertion was increasing. I had to come. Emily wanted me to.

"Please...stroke me off...I want to come in your mouth...just fucking step on me, Mistress...I need you.." my speech was garbled as my breathing left each syllable staccato and distinct. "Please!" I cried, nearly tearing up from the exertion and frustration. I finally orgasmed, come now barely spilling out of my dick as a slow, regular stream. I panted.

"That's the most cardio you'll ever get from me," Emily smirked. "You're such a fucking bitch. Even in your fantasies with me, you're subservient. Submissive. Whore. Slut." She knelt down to pinch my rapidly shriveling dick, toying with and examining the cum between fingers. "Lucky you're cute," she murmured to herself. Her fingers disappeared in her mouth.

Emily sighed, expertly tying her hair in a bun. Wait. She was tying her hair in a bun?

"You aren't shooting blanks, so I guess there's still work to be done." She seemed to hesitate for a second in genuine nervousness, then kicking me in the side. "Get up." My cock stirred as I stood up, still dazed, but entirely apprehensive for what was to come.

She rolled her eyes. One hand began slowly working up and down my uncircumcised shaft, the other gently massaging my aching testicles. My dick slowly grew, not completely hard, but workable. Surreal. She wasn't looking at me, but I couldn't help but stare at the scene in front of me. Her cleavage was on ample display from here, my dick in her mouth...how many times had I imagined this? How many more times would I be imagining this?

Her tongue swirled under my foreskin, soft fingers pulling it back and exposing the head. I was fully hard by now, but this time, she was in no rush to see me come - which I didn't mind. Emily slowly took more and more of it behind her lips, her mouth now covering my whole length. I could feel the back of her throat, and the knowledge itself was so erotic I was on the edge again.

Her head bobbed up and down. I couldn't see what kind of face she was making but she licked and sucked with such force, I could feel my knees buckle. My face was blank, in a stupor, as she panted for a moment and jerked me off rapidly. She slapped me in the face. "I'm not blowing you. I'm training this dick, which happens to be attached to you."

"Yes, Mistress," I managed.

She smirked, her hand furiously up and down my slippery dick, almost squeezing it with her ferocity. And for a moment, I could almost see a hunger in her eyes for my dick, I could almost believe she really wanted to pleasure me...

These dangerous thoughts pervaded my mind as I moaned, "Emily, I'm coming!" Not even a moment later was I letting my seed into her throat. My eyes widened in shock that I had done that, and I felt a mixture of both pleasure and fear at what was to come.

But she didn't get mad. I saw the muscles of her slender neck work as she swallowed.

Emily stood up and kissed me, passionately, softly, in a way wholly unlike the ordeal she had gifted me moments earlier. There was no tongue, but just her supple lips on mine, her lovestained fingers interlaced on the back of my neck "It's not that I like you. I just figured if I make you fall in love, you'll be more obsessed with me..."